Album: Flirtin’ With Disaster
Well some people bitch, lord, some people holler,
About the long days on the road.
Each man can do just what he wants,
But weve all got ot pull our load.
As for myself, Im gonna take the highway,
It aint as bad as they say.
Give me wine, women, whiskey, and rock n roll,
And let me sleep my days away.
Chorus:
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Ive been all throughout the south land.
Keep moving on down the line.
I ought to settle down some place,
But I just cant find the time.
As for myself, gonna take this highway,
It aint as bad as they say.
Give me wine, whiskey, women, and rock n roll,
And let me sleep my days away.
Chorus:
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Chorus:
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Chorus:
Cmon baby, let the good times roll.
Cmon baby, let the good times roll